Chef’s lunch
Where do busy chefs like Didier Leroy grab a quick lunch? Apparently, at All The Best in the little row on Yonge Street that my French friends call “Les Cinq Voleurs”.
I caught the newly bearded Didier (‘It’s my first time growing a beard”, he told me. “Do you like it”) enjoying a quick mid-day avocado sandwich and a cool Limonata under the garlic ropes beside Harvest wagon’s bountiful display of fresh summer peaches and berries.
“I feel like I’m in Provence”, joked Didier, who claims that chefs never get to eat anything in their own kitchens (of course, Didier’s eponymous, and extraordinary establishment is just up the street). “Unless you leave for a little bit, you never get a moment of peace. Besides I like this sandwich, it’s very nice.”
As far as I’m concerned, All the Best should give him a free lifetime supply of avocado sandwiches. Having the chef himself–who is one of only 350 designated Maitre Cuisiniers de France in the world– eating lunch outside their gourmet store is the best free advertisement they could ever imagine.








